Hate me for everything I'm saying

Although the training program hadn't really begun in earnest yet, Artorias still took every opportunity to learn and develop his skills while he was with the Armada. He observed and followed Sirius, learning firsthand from the Warlord. He practiced spars with Briar and Mortis. He had made acquaintances with Zee, Asla, and Gossamer. So far, he would have considered this trip a 100% total success—were it not for one grim detail he had noticed. During a patrol with Sirius, Artorias had spotted the form of a dark wolf, his deep green coat almost mistaken for black at a distance, but one he recognized in an instant. Artorias had only been able to stop and leer at the wolf for a split moment before he had to continue on lest he tip Sirius off to his shock and anger.

Grimshaw was here.

As the training proceeded, Artorias became aware that it was indeed Grimshaw, his disappeared adopted brother, now living amongst the Armada like nothing had ever changed. Worst of all, he was also training with Sirius, acting as if the Warlord was a new adoptive parent to him. It boiled Artorias' blood and made him feel roiling emotions he hadn't felt since his mother's death. He had so many things he wanted to say to Grim, so many things he wanted to do to punish the wolf that had turned his back on his family. He wouldn't do it in front of an audience, however. No matter how he felt, Artorias had no reason to embarrass or destroy the boy's new life in front of everyone. He would give him the decency of a private altercation. But on his mother's grave, they would have words or there would be blood spilt.

It wasn't difficult for Artorias to find where Grimshaw was denning. Of course the damned traitor had his own den in the Armada instead of bunking in the barracks. Once he knew where Grim slept, Artorias began planning how he wanted to handle this. He waited until the end of his training the following day, and then, still clad in his armor with Embershard slung across his back, Artorias headed to Grimshaw's den. He poked his head in to see if his target was inside, then sat outside the den with a furious scowl and waited for his former brother to show up. Sooner or later, Grim would have to come back, and when he did Artorias had words that needed to be said.

Grimshaw would not get away from this.


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